Voyage of the Armada Written Narration

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Little Britches: Man of the Family

Isn't it Strange

Isn't it strange how princes and kings,
and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and common people, like you and me,
are builders for eternity?

Each is given a list of rules;
a shapeless mass; a bag of tools.
And each must fashion, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block, or a Stepping-Stone.”

― R. Lee Sharpe

The Penalty of Love by Sidney Royse Lysaght

The Penalty of Love

If love should count you worthy, and should deign

One day to seek your door and be your guest,

Pause! ere you draw the bolt and bid him rest,

If in your old content you would remain.

For not alone he enters: in his train

Are angels of the mists, the lonely quest,

Dreams of the unfulfilled and unpossessed.

And sorrow, and life's immemorial pain.

He wakes desires you never may forget,

He shows you stars you never saw before,

He makes you share with him for evermore,

The burden of the world's divine regret

How wise were you to open not!--and yet,

How poor if you should turn him from the door.

Studying Luke 6:12-49

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Pumpkin Pie etc.

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AIM Festival 2016 (Achievement In Music)

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